sapphire || fred weasley

thirty-three

One of the main reasons why Fred Weasley loved the mornings, was none other than to get to silently admire Beatrice Nott's naked body.

The gentle rays of sunshine casted a golden glow over her bare body. Hair scattered over the white pillow cases like a halo. Lashes fluttering and chest softly rising and falling. In his eyes, Beatrice was absolutely goddess like. Ethereal.

There were not enough words to explain how nuch Fred loved Beatrice. There simply weren't.

He was tracing her features with his index fingers, memorizing further all of the small details that were already permanently engraved in his head.

The shape of her nose and lips. Every freckle that was scattered on her face. The curve of her waist, every dip and dimple that he found to be absolutely perfect. Every stretch mark, every scar.

Fred didn't find it in him the answer to the question he had been asking himself since he first realized he was in love.

How was it even possible to love someone that much?

He kissed her forehead and gently pulled her body closer to his, relishing in the feeling of her soft skin pressed against his, smiling to himself at the sight of her before peppering tender kisses all over her face to wake her up.

"It's too early," she grumbled and hid her face in the crook of his neck, draping her arms around his frame. "Let me sleep."

"It's eight already darling," Fred chuckled.

"Exactly," she huffed and pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "Too early."

"We can do something fun before getting up," he wiggled his brows as she opened her eyes to look at him.

"I was having fun," Bea yawned. "I was sleeping and that is fun for me."

"Those pretty eyes of yours never lie and I can tell that you're interested in my proposal," he said cheekily and swiftly moved to hover on top of her, bringing her lips into a passionate heated kiss.

"Was last night not enough for you Mr Weasley?" Bea giggled against his lips, wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

"It's never enough when it comes to you Miss Nott," Fred smirked, loving the sound of her laughter as he tickled her sides and attacked her neck and chest with kisses.

After a start of the day filled with kisses, gentle and not so innocent touches, Fred was lying between Beatrice's parted legs, face buried in her chest and arms wrapped loosely around her waist as she played with his hair and raked his back soothingly.

"I love your tits so much," his voice came out muffled, making her laugh lightly.

"I would be concerned if you didn't," she teased and kissed the top of his head.

"And your bum and your lips and your hair and your nose and your cunt," he said between kisses. "Your eyes and your thighs do drive me bloody insane darling, make me go feral and shit."

"Always the poet Freddie," she snorted.

"I swear to Merlin that having your thighs wrapped round my head and looking into your eyes is just out of this bloody world," he said nonchalantly and made her blush scarlet. "Getting shy on me now love?"

"Shut up," Bea giggled. "You make me feel like a bloody school girl with a crush sometimes."

"You have a crush on me then?" he grinned.

"No," she teased. "George on the other hand-"

"You dare use my twin against me, low blow Nott," he feigned hurt and gave her arm a light playful bite. "I just remembered that I never gave you your birthday present-"